Let her eat cake!

and everything else in sight! If this week unfurls like it's threatening too, I will be not just a year older, but several kilos heavier. Bring it on.....!!

My plan for the rest of the week is not to get hit by a bus. That would a supreme tragedy given how utterly charmed my life seems to be at the moment. I feel ruthlessly spoilt by those I love and rather embarrassingly, positively Pollyanna in my inability to stop smiling. Even the friggin' weather is determined to be just perfect.

An indulgent birthday lunch with the usual suspects, a wonderful gift of more indulgence and pampering, an absolutely gorgeous stroll through Hyde Park and an impromptu encounter with Star Trek 90210.....and it's only Sunday. A fact I'd manage to misplace in the joy of a perfect afternoon, helpfully brought home by Taks on our way home. The combination of fine wine and tea renders me unnecessarily attentive till past 3 am, a sure fire way to be Bride of Oscar the Grouch on any morning, let alone a Monday...

But this morning, I'm on a bus that has been diverted and the smile sneaks through..memory.. perhaps premonition? I'm not only in time for my meeting, but am met with Tupperware. The Domestic Goddess has been on a binge and I have been bestowed with marble cake. Kismat has me surrounded by that Feckless German Traitor (henceforth referred to as FGT) who will now only eat fricking fruit; Charles the überfit, who persists in describing some sort of gym equipment that sounds like it belongs in a medieval kingdom inflicting torture and tall, stacked, gorgeous 23 year old blondie who's dropped a barbell on her foot this morning. What the fuck?!?! Fine. If no one wants my cake. I shall eat it....ALL... and I do. The respect level rises even as the scatty Scot steals some.

However, woman cannot live on cake alone, so I set forth to forage for sustenance at Selfridges. "Excuse me..." Uh-oh. I wasn't shoplifting! I raise a haughtily inquiring brow (a lie as well all know. I raise two haughty brows). "Are you Anomita Guha?". Huh? Maybe 6 slices of cake for lunch wasn't such a bright idea. "Err...Nooooo. But I am her sister?". "Oh cool. I used to be in the same school as Anomita - 3 years her junior". Ugh. I study the boy more closely. "You were 3 years her junior?" "Yeah.. I live in Cuffe Parade and just visiting here on holiday... off to Scotland tomorrow...". Ah... naturally, we chit chat nonchalantly as strangers are wont to in the middle of Selfridges. "Have a great holiday..and your name is...?" "Pankaj Saraf". Surreal.